Pitch-black matter completely enveloped the Skeleton of the Emperor, like an abominable suit of armor covering his body.
It even shaped itself into the Emperor's likeness, incomparably brutal and evil!
More black liquid flowed from the Dark Emperor's body, spreading into the surrounding area and warping more matter.
His gaze watched everyone at once, as if he were looking at the subjects and believers beneath his command.
Lofty and far above them all.
Behind the Dark Emperor, the Golden Throne had already lost its original form. Its metal had faded and twisted, turning into some distorted creation.
The Throne could completely collapse at any moment, merge with the Warp, and drag all of Terra into the Warp.
The instant this destructive existence appeared, every living thing in the entire area was stunned into submission.
"E-Emperor?"
The Imperium's elites all stopped, involuntarily looking toward the Throne, toward that supreme being.
Under the pressure of that terrifying aura, they trembled uncontrollably.
Even the Dark Legion of the Damned came to a halt, offering their respect to their supreme master.
"Father—"
Guilliman, Sanguinius, and the other Primarchs fell silent beneath the gaze of the Emperor, their father.
Even though they knew the being before them was not the true Emperor, they were still cowed by him.
The shadows in their hearts began to surface, and the Emperor's brutal image from their memories grew ever more rampant.
The Primarchs were afraid. Afraid of their father. So afraid they did not even dare answer his question.
They had come to stop the Emperor—their father. They would draw their swords against him, and if there was no other way, even kill him.
"He is not our father. Our father would never look like such an abomination."
Guilliman gritted out the words, the hand holding his sword